Sunseed is a good album too. Remember listening posts in record stores (heck, remember record stores?), that is where I first picked up on her. It was in our Jack Johnson phase and the recommend was “If you like Jack, you’ll like Hayley”. And we did. Waiting on number 3, hopefully soon.

Looking forward to listening to that song on a computer that doesn’t need a flash upgrade… till then, nice 33 my friend. The picture reminded me of Sunday mornings in college, when my boyfriend and I would drink cafe mochas and play chess for a couple hrs with no worries except getting homework done later. Ah. Chess to the death would’ve been a nice variation. xx

Besides everything else in the picture, I zeroed in on the chessboard-like pattern of the tabletop. Then I saw the two women, and thought checkers match!
To the death!
(They take their checkers very seriously.)

A beautiful song by Ms. Sayles! Hadn’t heard it before, but the youtube link also took me to a sweet Elvis song of the same name which I hadn’t before heard, so that was nice.

Loved the flash fiction. The only thing I have to add here is a non-sequiter of sorts: checkers pre-dates chess. It’s obvious when you think about it, but for some reason checkers always seems newer to me.

Oodles of posts and dozens of comments; how on earth do you keep up! Rachael (and several other witty folk) stole my response: To the pain! Really love this story El Guapo. In 33 words you really give us a lovely story to dream about. Nice job!

Combat checkers! I am sure, if those tables could talk, the battlefield stories they could share. As for tennis whites……I am wearing tennis whites right now……..in the snow! It is what we do in Canada in winter. 🙂 Btw, I think this is a record of some sort for the farthest down a comment list I have had to go to find the comment box for this scintillating comment of mine. Well done, all around. Now, off I go to check out your music list. Always on the lookout for a good tune or two. 🙂

I love your MacBeth version of checkers. It’s a new appreciation kinda thing you spring. And speaking of . . . 51 days till? Normally, that wouldn’t seem so bad. But with the way things have been going, it feels more like years. Dog years.